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Plaits
3 entwined strands
I know I dont fit
But somehow I twist
With you violentally
and chaotically in mind
2 of us standing
only I empty-handed
Remnamts of intentions
I know it doesnt exsist
or belong with me
I tell myself its not fair
Its just these strong emotions
because of empty walls
that never see you.
Two separate metaphors---plates and empty walls---working together likely perfectly balanced gears in this poem: bravo!
Seryddwr